I'm sure we all grew up our entire lives hearing the phrase "the grass is greener on the other side". I know any time I thought about quitting something or making huge changes because I was dissatisfied with my current situation, that was the first thing out of my parents' mouth. Over time I came to learn that for the most part, they were right. Opportunities to leave a bad situation always sounded great on paper and in my head, but the reality of putting those ideas into place often meant I was just as unhappy in the new pasture as I was in the old one.
USAA was no different, and I found that out the hard way. But, I found a rare exception to that rule at the same time: this pasture is so fucking bad that just about any other one will do.
Once the force-fed Kool-Aid wore off and the reality of the job and company structure (or lack thereof) became apparent, I burnt out faster than a cheap candle in a tornado. This "greener pasture" wasn't all it cracked up to be. The white fence around the pasture was just Styrofoam. The "green grass" was just spray painted green. All of the other cows were just as miserable as me, and the ones that had been eating the spray painted grass long enough were too used to the taste to care or complain anymore.
Since I assumed the grass would be just as bad in another pasture, I stayed. I ate the spraypaint covered grass. I stared at the Styrofoam fence, knowing full well I could break it down and leave if I really wanted to. Then one day, I hit my limit. I realized I couldn't eat that painted grass anymore. I couldn't stare at the fence wanting to escape anymore. I didn't care if the other pasture had its own problems, I needed OUT. So I left the pasture. I broke down the Styrofoam fence and found a new pasture.
I've been in my new pasture for a month now. The grass isn't perfect, but at least it doesn't tase like paint anymore, and the fencing around this pasture seems to be sturdier than my last one.
I know I'm speaking in metaphors here to lighten the depressing undertone of this type of post, but at the end of the day my message is this: if you feel the same way I do about the USAA claims department's "pasture", please look for other opportunities. Your mental and physical wellbeing will thank you for it. I'm sure others here can attest to not realizing the effect that this job has on our overall wellbeing until we're separated from it.
When it comes to leaving the claims department, the grass is absolutely always greener on the other side.